Besides, you’re a very beautiful woman. Now, get some sleep." She relaxed a little more, and he continued stroking her hand. Her eyes closed slowly,...and soon her breathing was deep and slow. He crept silently out of the room, closing the door behind him. That evening a crystal bell chimed when it struck six. James was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase, and he watched her walk carefully down the steps. She was wearing a crimson taffeta gown, with a V neck that showed a hint of her. “don’t tense up, okay? Relax your bottom as much as you can and push out a little. It’ll be good.” Immediately, he felt her buns turn to liquid in his hands and saw her asshole push out slightly. He grinned at how much power he had over her. He wet his mouth again, but instead, he thoroughly wet his pinky finger, biting off the nail first so as not to scratch her delicate bottom. He wet it again, just to be safe, pushed her buttcheeks open a little wider, and pressed the tip of his pinky. The girls would unhook the logs and wind the chains around their collars and send the mules back to me.After a month of working on the house, notching and chinking the logs and riving the shingles, we had a house. I needed to get some lumber to build the doors and shutters with, but we had a good strong house.I had made a few trips into the hills and gotten stones to build the hearths and chimneys with, we tamped the floor hard and had a livable place.Naomi and Breeze had taken over the hunting. Not that I could never get a false I.D. before but now I didn't need it. As we ate our diner we talked about everything and anything. She asked me all sorts of questions. What I liked, what bands I like, my dislikes, my ambitions, my goals and my life. Cindy appeared to be genuinely interested in knowing about me and I liked that since I didn't really have any close "best girlfriend" to talk to. No one has ever taken the time to get to know me. I guess that.